Date: Mon, 27 Nov 2000 12:18:08 -0800 (PST)
From: Jane Stephens
Subject: Spying on Sister
(Hi, it's me again. This story may or may not be part of a series,
depending on the response I get. As usual, comments are welcome at
jsher2003@yahoo.com. Enjoy!)
SPYING ON SISTER
by little lez janie
(c) November 2000
Twelve-year-old Christine was in a state of confusion as she sat at the breakfast
table before school. Her mind wandered back to the previous night. She
remembered stripping down to her pink cotton panties and pausing to admire her
newly-developing breasts in the mirror, then putting on an oversized t-shirt just
before she crawled into bed. This was her nightly routine after brushing her teeth
and washing her face; nothing unusual there. She remembered lying there and
reading a portion of her juvenile romance novel, then turning out the light and
trying to sleep. She remembered an unusual tingling sensation in a place she
hadn't tingled before. She recalled how, without even thinking, she had reacted by
dropping her left hand beneath the covers and rubbing it across the crotch of her
panties, and how she felt an unusual dampness there.
Christine played the scene over and over in her mind, reliving the minutes she
spent rubbing her crotch until she suddenly felt incredibly guilty and stopped,
forcing herself to close her eyes and try to sleep. "What would mom and dad
think if they knew what I just did?" she asked herself silently. Christine had
devoutly religious parents and, although such things had never been verbally
forbidden, somehow Christine knew that they would not approve of her touching
herself in that way.
Still, the girl struggled with the night's events until it was time to leave for school.
Christine thanked her lucky stars it was Friday as she grabbed her jacket, checked
her short auburn hair in the mirror and headed for her sister's car; at least she had
a whole weekend to make sense of things.
In the car, Christine unwillingly continued her inner battle until she was brought
back to attention by her sixteen-year-old sister, Beth. "You're awfully quiet this
morning," said the cute older girl, without a lot of concern in her voice. "Yeah, I
guess I'm just tired," muttered Christine. That was the end of the conversation in
the car; Christine tried to prepare her mind for school, and Beth told herself over
and over how embarrassing it was to have to drop off her seventh-grade sister at
the junior high school; after all, she was now in the 11th grade. Beth stopped the
car at the door and said shortly, "Well, see ya later." Christine stepped out and
trudged inside, not even bothering to thank her sister for the ride.
The younger girl was a little early for school, so she searched out her two best
friends. Laura and Jessica (or Jess, for short) were both eighth-graders. Jess was
known among her circle of friends as a quiet, innocent type; she had only recently
experienced her first kiss. Laura was totally different; earlier in the year, she had
dated a high school freshman, and it was said that she was no longer a virgin, a
rumor she would neither confirm nor deny. Laura was the one Christine needed to
talk to, she assured herself. She had the opportunity when Jess excused herself to
the restroom. Grabbing Laura's arm, Christine led her to a nearby stairwell, where
she said, "I need to talk to you." Barely keeping herself from crying, Christine
spilled her whole story about the night before. Laura smiled and said, "You mean,
you've never touched yourself before?" When Christine shook her head no, the
older girl chuckled and tried to explain to her that it was OK. With only a few
minutes to spare, Laura tried to explain the concept of masturbation to the
fascinated girl. Soon, it was time for class. "I'll explain more after school," Laura
called over her shoulder as she disappeared into her classroom.
Christine had trouble concentrating during her first three classes. She thought
about what Laura had told her: that masturbating was kind of like having sex with
yourself, and that almost everybody does it. At lunch, the girl discovered that
Laura had gone home sick. The prospect of a whole weekend of unanswered
questions was a bit upsetting for Christine.
After struggling through the rest of the day, it was time to go home. Christine
walked home that day, because Beth had cheerleading practice after school.
When she got to the front door, Christine's mother informed her that Jess was
waiting on the phone for her. "Hi, want to sleep over tonight?" Jess inquired after
she answered. Christine checked with her mother and told Jess that she would
love to. She quickly packed an overnight bag (shorts, t-shirt, toothbrush and a few
Playstation games to play) and waited for her friend's mother to pick her up.
The evening did help take Christine's mind off of her struggles. She and her friend
played games, ate pizza and watched movies; typical sleepover stuff. They slept
until nearly noon, when Jess' mother woke Christine up. She informed the girl
that her parents had went out to dinner in a nearby town and that Beth was gone
to the mall with some friends. Jess' mother was getting ready to leave for the
store, so Christine dressed, said goodbye to Jess and caught a ride home.
When they pulled into the driveway, Christine was puzzled to see Beth's car
home. Her sister usually drove when she went somewhere with friends because
she had the nicest car. Shrugging it off, the girl unlocked the front door and
carried her bag into her house. She was met with a strange sound; she couldn't put
her finger on it. It sounded like a man and a woman screaming. At first, she was
disgusted to think that her parents may be home and in their bedroom, unaware of
her return, but then she realized the sound was coming from the other end of the
house, where the other two bedrooms were.
Tiptoing down the hall, Christine saw a faint light coming from her sister's room
on the left. Peeping inside, the girl noticed that the curtains were closed tight,
making the TV the only light in the room. She then noticed the image on the
television; she was shocked to see a man a woman savagely having sex.
Christine's only sexual know-how had come from her sixth grade sex education
class, but she knew that's what they were doing. The man's "erect penis" (as the
class would have called it) was sliding in and out of the woman's vagina, and both
were screaming in passion.
Finally, Christine looked at the figure lying on the bed. It was Beth; she was lying
on her belly at the foot of the bed (which was the reason she couldn't see
Christine in the doorway), with all of her clothes in the floor. Her long blond hair
was pulled back in a ponytail. Her knees were tucked underneath her, causing her
butt to rise up in the air. Christine could see her sister's hand working away
between her legs; every so often, she would switch hands and lick the one that
had just been there. After only a few seconds of watching this scene, the younger
girl felt the same tingling between her legs that had taunted her earlier in the
week. Common sense prevailed, however, and she determined that this would be
her means of learning how to masturbate.
Before long, however, her watch-and-learn mentality gave way to an unbearable
desire to be touched. She silently slipped her hand into the waist of her jeans and
found her young slit; she was surprised at the wetness. She continued silently
rubbing as her sexy older sister fucked herself to the movie on the television.
Soon, Beth began to moan. The moans grew louder and louder until they became
a long scream. Finally, the older girl relaxed and licked her hand clean one last
time before reaching for the remote control that lay beside her.
Sizing up the situation, Christine reluctantly withdrew her hand from her virgin
cunt and tiptoed back down the hallway and slipped outside quietly. She locked
the door behind her and rang the doorbell. After a few moments, Beth appeared at
the door. "Where's your key?" she demanded. "I think I left it in my room,"
answered the younger girl. "I thought you were going to the mall." Beth flinched
as she tried to think of a story. "Uh, I am. I just got up and I was getting ready to
go take a shower." Christine walked past her sister and smiled as she retreated to
her room.
Soon, Beth left. Christine gave her a few minutes to make sure she wasn't coming
back for anything, then she headed for Beth's room, hoping against hope that the
movie was still there. After a little searching, she found it, behind some books on
her sister's bookshelf. She popped it in and settled on Beth's bed after removing
her clothes. As the first scene began, a woman was dancing in front two men,
occasionally lifting her skirt to reveal her naked pussy to them. Christine spread
her legs and examined her own womanhood. She noticed that dark hair was
beginning to grow, just like the woman in the movie.
When the two men started fucking the woman, Christine positioned herself on the
bed just as she had seen her sister do. This, however, was unsuccessful for her, so
she turned around and lay on her back with her legs wide open. She began to
mimic her sister's hand movements, until that scene ended and a new one started.
This one featured two women masturbating while a third woman sucked a guy's
dick. Christine began to do exactly what the two women did, and before long she
had a nice rhythm going as she caressed her throbbing clit. After a few moments,
her hand began to move faster and faster until the young girl felt a new feeling
welling up inside her body. She knew she was too far along to stop now, so she
continued rubbing. Christine heard a scream come from her mouth that was very
similar to her sister's earlier. The feeling seemed to go on forever, but finally she
came back down to the ground, or so it seemed.
From that day forward, the young girl never again felt bad for making herself feel
so good. She told Laura about her experience at school the next Monday. By the
end of the year, she had masturbated with both Laura and Jess (who, it turns out,
wasn't so innocent), and over that summer, the three of them had other first
experiences.